You've been to... WHAT???
Mmh... there's something in my mind that I just can't get rid of.
I met with my best friend yesterday. I know him for ages now. Ok, from the day he was born to be exact. I haven't seen him for nearly a year now, 'cause we both have somehow strange lifes. Either he had no time or I didn't. And a few times when we wanted to meet he had to work. He works as a paramedic and mostly gets the serious accidents when it's quitting time. But I get used to it.
So when we met yesterday he told me that he's a Corporal in the US Army now. I went like: WTH? You're kidding. He wasn't. During the catastrophe in New Orleans the Army asked some of the medical facilities here in Germany if they can send some people over to Rammstein Airbase and help to get the wounded soldiers out of Kuweit. And my best friend was one of the first to say yes, like always when there's something dangerous to do. But then they were told that it would be too chancy to fly to Kuweit and all of the medical facilities decided to keep their paramedics here. The US Army then asked some people if they would do that no matter what they were told before.
So my best friend went to Rammstein, was appointed as a Corporal and a few days later he was on his way to Kuweit. There he got his uniform, a handgun and a tommy gun. And a few hours later he was on his way to Iraq.
When he told me some stories about his short time there (he was there for just one week) it felt so unreal. He's like a little brother to me and I can't imagine him down there, rescuing wounded or dead soldiers and being in some fights.
For now I'm really happy that he didn't tell me anything before he left. I wouldn't have been able to sleep just one single minute while he was down there. I'm a little bit pissed that he didn't told me when he came back. He said he didn't do because he didn't want me being worried. Thanks for that but...
And I got really pissed when I talked to my Mom today and asked her if she know that he went there and she just said: Yes. Ok, where did I go wrong? My MOM didn't tell me that my best friend was in Iraq. Hello? Isn't there anybody that thinks there might be just a little chance I wanted to know? But ok, for now I'm just happy that he is back and that he's ok. Oh, and the best thing? He can go to Rammstein every time he wants. I just gave him my order for the next time he goes there. Oreo's and Mountain Dew! At least he can shop in the supermarkets there and bring me all that cool stuff *yummie*.
Just needed to write that down. Now I'll go to bed and get some of the desperately needed sleep.
I met with my best friend yesterday. I know him for ages now. Ok, from the day he was born to be exact. I haven't seen him for nearly a year now, 'cause we both have somehow strange lifes. Either he had no time or I didn't. And a few times when we wanted to meet he had to work. He works as a paramedic and mostly gets the serious accidents when it's quitting time. But I get used to it.
So when we met yesterday he told me that he's a Corporal in the US Army now. I went like: WTH? You're kidding. He wasn't. During the catastrophe in New Orleans the Army asked some of the medical facilities here in Germany if they can send some people over to Rammstein Airbase and help to get the wounded soldiers out of Kuweit. And my best friend was one of the first to say yes, like always when there's something dangerous to do. But then they were told that it would be too chancy to fly to Kuweit and all of the medical facilities decided to keep their paramedics here. The US Army then asked some people if they would do that no matter what they were told before.
So my best friend went to Rammstein, was appointed as a Corporal and a few days later he was on his way to Kuweit. There he got his uniform, a handgun and a tommy gun. And a few hours later he was on his way to Iraq.
When he told me some stories about his short time there (he was there for just one week) it felt so unreal. He's like a little brother to me and I can't imagine him down there, rescuing wounded or dead soldiers and being in some fights.
For now I'm really happy that he didn't tell me anything before he left. I wouldn't have been able to sleep just one single minute while he was down there. I'm a little bit pissed that he didn't told me when he came back. He said he didn't do because he didn't want me being worried. Thanks for that but...
And I got really pissed when I talked to my Mom today and asked her if she know that he went there and she just said: Yes. Ok, where did I go wrong? My MOM didn't tell me that my best friend was in Iraq. Hello? Isn't there anybody that thinks there might be just a little chance I wanted to know? But ok, for now I'm just happy that he is back and that he's ok. Oh, and the best thing? He can go to Rammstein every time he wants. I just gave him my order for the next time he goes there. Oreo's and Mountain Dew! At least he can shop in the supermarkets there and bring me all that cool stuff *yummie*.
Just needed to write that down. Now I'll go to bed and get some of the desperately needed sleep.